BUL Day 11 - Alternate Part 1

Standing bottomless in a hoodie is somehow more embarrassing than if you were naked. You’re by yourself, so you discreetly test the knots binding your upper half. No, you are not getting out of this. Not that you’d want to.

Although you start to worry as time passes. You have no way to check the time, but Aki has been gone for a while. Ten minutes at least. That’s a long time to just stand there like this.

By the time Aki returns, you have gotten soft. You’re still low-key turned on.

She re-enters the room and quietly closes the door, doing everything with a gentle, unhurried, understated dignity. You watch her, fascinated, as she goes to her bag and pulls out some things, then vanishes into the bathroom. She didn’t even look in your direction.

You find your patience when you hear the shower come on. Picturing Aki bathing is more than enough to get you erect again, and the tickle of drops of your juices running down your thighs makes you nervously rub your legs together as you wait.

Aki’s shower is just long enough to feel like forever, but still short enough that it reminds you how efficient and practical she is. In time, she emerges from the bathroom with some steam and a powerful scent of soap. Her hair is damp, but she is dry and dressed in her simple, snug, pure white panties and a white undershirt that leaves little to the imagination. Her breasts aren’t big, but they’re bigger than expected because the way she dresses downplays them. Her nipples aren’t hard, but you can still tell that they’re big and puffy.

Your whole body aches with how much you want her. It probably shows on your face. You must be bright red.

Finally, she looks at you. You hope she can see how big and hard you are. She has to want some. Is tonight the night? She must have bathed this way in preparation. Her large, dark eyes fall on your cock, which twitches in response.

She approaches you and you swallow. The scent of your juices is not very dignified, but your musky scent is mingling with that of her body wash. She’s close enough to smell your breath. When does the bullying start? Or have you finally earned a reward? You’re going to explode.

“What do you want?” she asks, searching your face as though she doesn’t know. Or maybe she really doesn’t. She is so weird. That’s why you’re obsessed with her.

“You,” you tell her honestly.

She considers that, then lifts her smooth arms and holds them straight up.

It’s up to you to read the signals, but she helps you out with the slightest glance downward. Your face heats up even more, but your pride and excitement won’t let you back out now. A little unsteady on your feet, you bend forward.

You can’t use your hands when you’re tied up like this. That only leaves your teeth.

You are embarrassed and awkward, you fumble with your nose and face, then manage to bite the thin cotton of her undershirt.

It’s a strange experience, and every sensation and smell of her body sends ripples from your head to your toes as you tug the shirt upward. You feel sweat break out all over you as you stubbornly go through with it. One of her breasts comes free, then the other.

That’s as much as she forces you to do; you can’t realistically get her undershirt all the way off with just your teeth. With an effortless motion, she pulls it off and tosses it aside.